My dear Hamlet

Oh! I do not know what I am going to do. It has become clear that my poor Hamlet has lost his mind. He is acting crazy. Hamlet is not the son I used to know. He walks around mumbling and reading to himself. What am I supposed to make of all of this? Is his sadness, or whatever you call it, being caused by that Ophelia, or is it STILL his new father? Ugggh! I can not take this. I do not want to believe that my very own son has gone off the deep end, but I can only deny it for so long. He must think I hate him. It seems as if he does not even believe I love him anymore. How could someone so close to me seem so far away. If things do not change, I am scared of what may come next.